The talented lady is busy farming

Chapter 937 Are You Sure It's You

"You are very thoughtful. The name of this Qingzhuan is good, but it is just turning around. It is a bit like the noodles you made. Why don't you eat cold noodles at night." Rarely, Mr. Yu started to order.

In fact, there are cooks at home and at the private school, and they are all selected from the 48 people. The craftsmanship is quite good, but Mr. Yu still likes the dishes cooked by Xia Wan.

There may be times when Xia Wan's craftsmanship is not as good as these cooks for some dishes, but her thoughts and ideas are very unique, and the things she makes are very special, not to mention the season and occasion, just like this cold noodle Same.

"Mister likes it, so I'll just cook it. Does it mean that sir doesn't like the cook's cooking? I can tell her about it." Xia Wan looked at Mr. Yu as if he had lost a lot of weight.

"No, the weather is hot these days, so naturally I don't have much appetite, so you're back, just put on some weight." Mr. Yu didn't say anything else.

The reason why he lost weight was because the anniversary of his family's death had just passed, but he never told anyone that he would have a chance to avenge this bloody revenge in this life?

"Oh, then I'll make cold noodles for my husband, and a bowl of chicken noodle soup for Xiao Xiucai. Your stomach can't eat cold ones. When you're better, you can eat as much as you want." Xia Wan looked at Zhao rather.

"As long as you do it, it's fine." Zhao Ning naturally had no reluctance.

So in the summer night, there are refreshing and delicious cold noodles on the dinner table, mixed with cucumber, coriander, minced garlic, and a little balsamic vinegar, the taste is quite good.

Xia Wan began to miss chili again. If there is chili oil, it will definitely be delicious in the world, the best in the world.

"Still thinking about peppers? If there is a chance, I will take you to Sichuan. Whether you can find it by then depends on fate."

"Don't you still miss the wolf peach in Fengchi, I will accompany you, Wanwan, don't worry, we are still young." Zhao Ning said softly.

"Hee hee, that's what I like about you. Whether you can find it or not, there is always hope, right? Eat it quickly. If you don't eat it, you're going to be dumped." Hot chicken noodle soup, it's really hard for him to eat hot noodle soup in such a hot day.

"It's okay, I made it last night, I like it, but it's a bit hot." Zhao Ning looked at the bowl of chicken noodle soup and felt the sweat on his back. It was a sweet burden.

Compared to Zhao Ning and Xia Wan's sweetness and elegance, Li Chongguang seemed a little less gentlemanly enough. Not only did he eat three big bowls, but he also made noises, and the soup barely escaped.

"I said cousin, even if your injury has healed a lot, now that the ban has been lifted for you, it shouldn't be like this, are you sure you are you?" Xia Wan looked at Li Chongguang's slightly puffed up face with sarcasm abdomen.

"Your craftsmanship is really good. I inevitably ate too much. You know that I have been tortured by your so-called sick food during this period. My mouth and stomach are almost unconscious. What about your noodles? It's really different." Li Chongguang was stuffing both sides of the last mouthful into his mouth, in this house, it's just floating clouds.

And Li Chongguang felt that it was precisely this kind of warmth and peace, the warmth that he longed for and could not get, and he finally found it here. Thinking of the mother and concubine who entered the ancestral temple by himself, he felt a little uncomfortable.

(End of this chapter)